Watching, all through the weary night,
In darkness lonely and forlorn;
I hail the blessed morning light,-
Thy love is brighter than the morn!

Praying, but tempted and cast down,
Tried from without and from within;
I fail, and fear to lose my crown,-
Thy love is stronger than my sin!

Waiting to draw my dying breath,
No arm to stay, no art to save;
I shudder to belong to death,-
Thy love is deeper than the grave!

O Love! so bright, so deep, so strong,
When this brief span of life is o’er,
Teach me to sing the heavenly song,
And lead me to the shining shore!

-Manual for the chapel of Girard College (), p.